[Verse 1]
Every comment’s an emergency
Every side-eye is a crime
Tiny scratch
They call it surgery
Acting like they flatlined
Spill a latte
Call a lawyer
Wrong name on the cup
They shake
Shaking phones like holy scriptures
Praying for that viral take (hey!)
[Chorus]
Soft world
Hard riffs
I’m done
You cry like you’re dying over nothing
Paper hearts
Glass tongues
All front
I won’t bow
I won’t soothe your suffering
Soft world
Hard riffs
I roar
You wail like the sky is falling
I got scars you can’t ignore
You just bruise from someone calling
[Verse 2]
Here she comes with the plastic crown
“Let me speak to who’s in charge”
Tiny slight becomes a meltdown
Moral outrage
Extra-large
Weaponized imagination
Every rumor
Sacred wound
I’ve bled out in real battles
You just whine and fill the room
[Chorus]
Soft world
Hard riffs
I’m done
You cry like you’re dying over nothing
Paper hearts
Glass tongues
All front
I won’t bow
I won’t soothe your suffering
Soft world
Hard riffs
I roar
You wail like the sky is falling
I got scars you can’t ignore
You just bruise from someone calling
[Bridge]
I’ve seen bodies on the pavement
You complain about the queue
You confuse mild disappointment
With the pain I staggered through
[Instrumental – shredding guitar solo over blast beats]
[Chorus]
Soft world
Hard riffs
I’m done
You cry like you’re dying over nothing
Paper hearts
Glass tongues
All front
I won’t bow
I won’t soothe your suffering
Soft world
Hard riffs
I roar
You wail like the sky is falling
I got scars you can’t ignore
You just bruise from someone calling